repentanceI am weak in myselfseparated from faithcomfortable complacencymy crutch has fallenbreak my pridemend my soulbreak my heartbrokennesstemptations become my desiresno sign of convictionas a dog returns to his vomitI return to my inequitieschords of death entangle metorrents of destruction fall upon mechords of the grave coil around mesnares of death confront mein my distress I call out to God for helpdie to your waysYou're the victim of youmy eyes have seenI have tasted the truthbut everyday remains the samefruitless